Peacock Butterfly – Crispina Kemp
what happened to me?
I’m a peacock butterfly
look, I’m so pretty
I’m going to have a mate
and a family, but what then?
such a whirlwind month
I’d been a caterpillar
and before an egg
at least, I think so, but now
I’m afraid I’ll be no more
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Jisei – A traditional Japanese Buddhist death poem which discusses death and the meaning of life in the last moments before death. This form uses the syllabic form of the Tanka (5/7/5/7/7) and is generally serious though it can be humorous. We have all mused on our own demise – try to do it in this form.
Plus, I felt I needed two of these.
Thanks, Val
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luna's on line 
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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Maybe you’ll see yet another winter through, as the one in the photo has done (that’s why the damaged wing). If not, maybe you’ll be reborn as a human? 🙏💖
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Was it Dorothy Parker who penned: Time It Doth Flit…Oh shit!
😉 lovely poem!
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You have experienced a metamorphosis, all in a beautiful form; a wonderful trip! 😉🤗💖
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Chris, I love the butterfly’s point of view! Wonderful job with the amalgamation of the prompts!!
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Such short lived excellence!
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Life cycle of a butterfly in few lines
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Life in ten lines. Excellent, Chris!
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autumn butterfly
in the hush of unborn wings
this life passes on
a lamp lighting other lamps
and then dusk receives us all
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did emerge with a singe and surge
from puppae
flit to fly
and that is why
butter fly well do tell!
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Nice poem, Chris.
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